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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- j5 a8 n9 C9 ` F D- p! A5 k8 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! y, g, k/ ?! RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. c! e. _7 u7 R! @4 e0 x$ |- r8 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # h9 C' ^+ s' o; q7 v/ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Y; x+ V3 b" t/ `0 J' e' c# k- g# FHow you suffered for you sanity, * @+ N9 |/ K8 p3 S* n$ C6 \
How you tried to set them free,
; x( \) f7 c& J' MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 ]4 v- y/ P. J( w# R% tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : @+ n/ b$ A; d. a( \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* Y% z( l/ _$ b4 ~/ H: xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% C/ @, }! [+ Z4 U) Y- }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 b3 V/ K8 D; G b N% R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
j/ V9 o6 v$ x8 r7 }1 {* Q6 s" B4 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * h: T* g) X# f9 d; {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" X7 h4 F, L v8 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # Y7 J( ?2 Y7 Q& g5 p3 Z
1 y6 G: g7 A7 x& u2 F, rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) L. `4 u2 i( N" U9 o! k- d) CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! O! [: ^ V# U: ?$ H* X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! _0 s2 `" E5 t( P3 R+ a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ z ]6 B; l! k# k6 ~3 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & J7 Q" o5 m+ H
How you suffered for you sanity,1 m% R! H. R# J: Z3 P- M
How you tried to set them free, ( P" Z9 H, ~* v, j7 \4 Q4 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ L! h+ e/ V* @* QPerhaps they never will. |
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